Why… Just Another Letter in the Alphabet
Chapter 11: Domesticity and Rational Thoughts
She pulled her helmet on as he turned his bike on. She had to admit, she loved the sound of the bike roaring to life. It was more than a turn on, it was downright hot.
He got on and gave her a brisk nod, indicating she could climb on now.
She threw her leg over and pulled herself up. She settled down behind him, her chest against his back and wrapped her arms around his waist.
For just a few seconds, he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of having her pressed and wrapped around him. It wasn't often that he got to feel that way.
They sped off, the wind whipping through her dark brown hair. She closed her eyes and squeezed a little tighter, letting the feeling of the cool wind and his warm body wash over her.
They pulled up to his house and she slowly climbed off, a new feeling, apprehension, was taking over. What's going to happen? Will he kiss me again?
She shook her hair out and unfastened their cases, trying to put the thoughts out of her mind.
He headed up the walk with Cameron following behind. He let them in and headed to the living room to prop up his leg. She assumed this was probably part of his daily routine.
She deposited their briefcases in the living room and went to work in the kitchen, scouring for food. She was pleasantly surprised to find the cabinets weren't as bare as she'd thought they would be.
She found a package of spaghetti noodles in his pantry. After a little more digging, she came up with sauce.
She dropped the noodles in water and moved to the fridge, finding a bag of salad in there. She grabbed it, along with a few other items, including a loaf of frozen French bread in the freezer.
20 minutes after he'd sat down, he began to smell something coming from the kitchen. Something that smelled suspiciously like food… Which meant Cameron was cooking for him.
He grabbed his cane and headed to the kitchen, stopping short when he saw her moving around his space so… freely. It was like she belonged there. When he digested that thought, he expected to feel disgusted, upset, something… But instead, there was the smallest part of him that wasn't so opposed to her being around, cooking for him, maybe a little laundry…
"I hope you don't expect me to put out just because you're cooking." He announced from the doorway, swatting away all those… feelings.
She looked over at him. "Well, guess I'm eating alone then." She replied with a soft sigh.
He strode over to the pot, sticking his pinky finger in the cooking sauce, bringing it to his mouth.
"Hmm… Maybe I'll eat. But I'm not sleeping with you-" He started as she shoved a piece of bread in his mouth, cutting him off.
He chewed, savoring the taste, not realizing bread could taste like that. "Ok, maybe we'll fool around later." He said as he headed back to the living room.
Half hour later, she brought the food to the living room and set his plate on the coffee table in front of him.
She moved towards the chair, intending to eat off her lap but he moved his legs and scooted down. She knew it was an invitation. She also knew that making a big deal over it would be a bad idea.
So she sat down next to him and didn't say anything. He flipped on the TV and turned it to SOAPNet.
He was so engrossed in his show that he barely noticed her scooping up their plates and cleaning up.
He briefly entertained the notion of getting up and helping her. But he realized how drastically out of character that was, and decided against it.
She returned and they quickly began to work out their "story".
"House! I am not telling people we had sex on Cuddy's desk!" She protested, unable to keep the laughter out of her voice.
He was sitting up, pouring himself another scotch. "Seems like something I'd do." He argued.
"But I wouldn't." She shot back, taking a sip of her wine.
"Oh… I don't know about that…. You're too straight laced to not be a little kinky in bed. Wanna show me? I'm a visual person." He goaded.
She rolled her eyes and made an alternative suggestion. "How bout we were working late and we went to dinner. I paid, because you don't. You gave me a ride back to my car and… I don't know… Told me to be ready the next night at 8?"
He thought for a moment. "What if we tell people we had sex on the conference table? That's your domain, right?" He responded.
"House! We do need to come up with an actual story." She reminded him.
"All I need is to know it, not come up with it. But your idea works I guess." He gave in, obviously disappointed he couldn't convince her to lie about sex on Cuddy's desk… Sex on the conference table… Sex anywhere, really.
"So we're on the same page then. Good." She replied, satisfied with his response.
Before he could say anything, she was on her feet and gathering up her things. This is where I'm supposed to do something…
His eyes followed her to the kitchen as she dropped off the empty glasses.
She quickly rinsed and cleaned the glasses, then grabbed her coat and bag off the table and turned, only to come face to face with House.
"You have a problem." He stated very matter of factly.
She cocked an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to explain.
"How are you going to get home?"
Damn it!
"I… I was going to call a cab." She said feebly.
"No you weren't. If you were planning to do that, you would have done it already. You forgot that I drove us, and now you want me to take you back." He told her.
"Not a problem, I can call a cab." She replied, starting to walk by him.
His cane stopped her as he quickly braced it against the doorframe.
"Or you could stay." He said, his voice low and in her ear.
His closeness froze her in place. His breath raked across her ear, sending little shivers down her spine. She faced straight ahead, House on her left.
He reached out and took a piece of hair between his fingers. He tugged it a bit, trying to get her attention. "Cameron. Look at me."
She turned her head and met his gaze.
His vibrant blue eyes were boring holes into her. He dropped the hair and his hand settled on her lower back, nudging her towards him.
She gulped, feeling incredibly nervous all of a sudden. She felt his fingers tighten on her hip, pulling her closer, feeling powerless to stop him.
"Wh-What are you doing?" She questioned, cursing her voice for giving away her nervousness.
His lips curved into a small smirk. He liked that he made her feel like this. She was on edge, her eyes wide and her body jolted a little every time he moved his hand. He got to her. He got to her and he LOVED it.
He could've said something. Instead, he chose to act. He curled his hand around her waist and pulled her up against him, not giving her a moment to react before pressing his lips to hers in a heart stopping kiss.
Her body ached with desire as she felt his lips pressing insistently against hers. Her hands came up and rested on his biceps as both his hands came to rest on her lower back, his fingertips just barely brushing her ass.
His hands shifted and he gripped her hips, pulling her against him tighter. Her hands moved to his neck and she wrapped herself around him tighter.
She was clouding his senses, making it almost impossible for one, solid, rational thought to get through.
Almost. Finally, after several heated minutes, a rational thought wiggled it's way in.
He pulled back. "We should stop. This isn't a good idea. Not right now." He told her, extracting himself from her embrace.
Cameron felt the air turn cold as she moved away from him.
He turned and grabbed a set of keys. "Take my car home. Just come get me sometime tomorrow and I'll drive you to your car." He told her.
She nodded, she still hadn't spoken a word yet. He began to feel a bad about his attitude.
She grabbed her stuff and made it to the door. "Cameron." He called to her.
She turned, waiting for him to speak.
"Don't take this personally. It…. It has nothing to do with you." He told her finally.
"With all do respect, it has everything to do with me." She replied softly. With that said, she turned on her heel and left.
"Damn."
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